AN EXTRA EXTRA

SLEEP

THE BRIDE

BACK TO MY ROOTS

My demons have finally caught up with me
I chuckle at this very thought, nervously
It's absurd 
I can never outrun my true self
For a moment there,
even if it was just a glimmer in the darkness 
I never thought I could find myself back here
To this familiar casket
This emotional filth

I shake my head in defeat
It's uncanny 
how I ran to a stranger for help
The stranger was me
I was playing dress-up
Now I shade the lambskin
The familiar bitterness in this hell
engulfs me whole
I take one last look at the sun
as the darkness in my soul fits like a glove
I bask in the carnage

If we went back to the drawing board,
would you have guessed my dying day

~Evelyn Nec

DANCING DREAMS

CHASING YOU

TIN ROOF

I live in the staff quarters  

My part has a low roof and no ceiling

The roof with its anticlines and synclines 

keeps making that noise of expanding and contracting metal 

all day and all night

It bothers the kids on some days 

but for the most part you get used to it

almost like the beating of a heart in one's chest

This low roof makes it really hot in the day

whether it is the hot or cool season

And at night the house gets really chilly 

to a point that the roof sweats and drips on us as we sleep

Like the noise of the moving metal, 

we are most of the time used to the drips. 

But once in a while one wakes up to that cold splash

it becomes a splash once it hits the mosquito net and spreads out

So once in a while that cold spray 

brings one out of a dream and into a nightmare

Right now, the house is an oven, 

like it is usually during the day 

and we shall have a fridge in the night.

This roof has rust in parts which keeps peeling 

mostly during the day and sails down 

silently onto the floor, the beds, hair 

and sometimes into an upturned nostril

It is a very old roof

Soon all this wear and tear will leave it with holes

Many infarcts have had to be covered with bordex 

to keep real rain water out,

wonder why we bother though,

considering that it creates its own droplets in the night

But once you have lived here for a year or two, 

you get used to it all

And pay it no mind, 

till you are nude and laying on the cool tiles 

thinking about nothing in particular. 

~Amazing Storm